Prom was a blast but Graduation was around the corner! I had
to stop reminiscing on the fun times I had at that exuberant event. I had to
start worrying about important things, like what to where to Graduation! I
wasn’t about to look like I rolled right of bed and especially as if it were
another day of school. This event is a huge stepping stone for a woman such as
myself. It is the bridge to the other side, adulthood.
Seeing as this school has no sympathy for students that have
to use the internet by not installing any Wi-Fi systems, I had to head over to
the library to do some research.
The Library. Such a dreaded place for women of such high
status, such as myself. There are only two reasons why someone should want to
go to the library out of free will. One. Your phone, your friend’s phone, and
even your teacher’s phone can’t get access to the internet and you have to
desperately search something of great importance, then you may go to the
library and use the computers there. Two. There’s a really cute guy that likes
a woman who takes pleasure in reading, then you may go and pick up highly
intelligent book that attracts the guy to come talk to you. And that’s it. But
today I had to use reason one: I had to search something important but my
phone, Becky’s phone, and even Mr.Barknor’s phone didn’t have access to the
internet. Since I had a valid excuse, I allowed myself to pass those 40 year
old double doors that desperately needed a paint job and a wood shredder.
Sitting in the library was so boring. No one could laugh,
sneeze, cough, or breathe. I always saw a couple of people laugh but they were
looking at a book and I know that there is no way one could laugh at a book. So
it was obvious that they were hiding their phone behind the cover and looking
at funny photos of cats making stupid faces. As I sat there, I heard a little
whisper that said my name. I paid no attention to it, it was probably another
weirdo wanting my number or my pencil. But I kept hearing someone whisper my
name and the voice sounded familiar, so I decided to take a look around and
find the culprit. As I observed my surroundings I spotted my friend Becky at
the Library doors. She had been the one calling my name. I had to go to her
because Becky made an oath at the beginning of high school that she was never
going to step foot into a library, and so far she hasn’t.
“Yeah Becky?”
“What the heckers are you doing in this vile place,” she
said with only her head peeking into the door.
“Reason One.”
“Oh. What are you searching.”
“Well Graduation is coming up and I need the perfect
outfit.”
“Yeah and How is that of great importance?”
“Well I can’t go looking like a commoner. I have to stand
out because..,”
“Yeah, yeah, Graduation is a stepping stone to womenhood
blah blah,” she said as if she’s heard it millions of times.
“Precisely. Actually, it’s a stepping stone for a women like
me. And it’s a Bridge to adulthood
not womanhood,” I said correcting her mistake.
“Yeah Whatever. Ok I’ll catch you later. If I don’t see that
you’re out of here in like 20 minutes I will automatically assume that
something horrible has happened to you in this Brains-Infested place and I will
call the Cops. K? Bye. Peace Out!” Becky said with such attitude.
I love Becky but that ‘Peace Out’ outro always bothers me.
Well then with 20 minutes on the clock I had to act fast and find the perfect
outfit. Of the bat I know that I can’t wear blue or white because it would
clash with my Graduation Gown but I also want to show class spirit, to give the
impression to my classmates that I care and I’m going to be sad to leave. How
about something simple, class-spirity yet fashionable. A nice silver dress with
crystals all over and real diamonds imbedded on the trim. It was perfect! This
dress would state that I am a mature student who is going to great heights but
it would also say that I am still a common student just like any other.
With all my worries taken care of, I could calmly go by my
days at school without worrying. Getting manicures and pedicures as rewards for
the great job I did taking care of everything that had to be done. What
surprised me though was all the stress that others were going through. You
would see students sitting with their laptops typing excessively and by mid-April
a lot of people were in tears.
I wonder what was making them so sad.
